I can’t describe,
whittle, edit, mend.
and you can never fully comprehend,
all the places that we have went,
stop trying to console, its only another way to control,
damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
panic that all is not going right, opposite direction, take flight.
Constantly on the hunt,
Why is it that everything that you want?
Is the exact opposite of where you are right now?
Why are you never allowed?
Maybe these untruths need to be found out.
Seen for what they are,
Released out of the dark.
…because how much is it worth?
Does it matter who did it first…
There are no mistakes,
At the finish line it all turns out to be fake.
Somethings you just cannot break
Without chasing anything…without a care…
Stories, stolen glory.
A type of wealth,
Found in and of the self.
Reaping what you sow.
Using it to grow.
The attention that you pay,
Will not only affect your day.
But your entire way…
…whether choose to leave or stay…
..and the things you choose to say.
Unattached and in my zone.
Content in the midst of chaos
Accepting what was.
It simply went by.
Was never meant to be mine.
So now I can reflect and truly say, goodbye.
I want to write…
…but my hand is frozen in time.
The pain of right now,
Screams so loud.
…but not loud enough,
for you to feed off of.
Still, good luck…
…couldn’t give a fuck.
The only time there is nothing to write,
…is when you are doing nothing with your life.
Sending me well wishes,
If you insist…
…but I resist,
another checkmark ticked off the list.
Lines are blurred,
Need a quick word?
…it’s too gray,
really don’t have much to say.
So get out my way.
Another time when I feel less aligned…
…or should I say more in tune with my mind…
…telling the story, in all it’s glory…
Painted here, there and no where.
We have one thing left
…and it’s really not such a difficult concept.
Theoretically, but not practically.
I guess we’re just blind,
from these fixations, the daily grind.
Didn’t have to search in order to find,
does that mean it’s mine?
A feeling so golden…
…the pain of this moment
So much to do these days,
Feels like some sort of race…
No, this time I decide to slow my pace…
Needed some relief…but they say that money doesn’t grow on trees,
All the branches swaying gently in the breeze,
…and the banks continue doing their jobs with ease.
A society that bleeds…
Problems that breed,
Got mouths to feed…
Planting that first seed…
Change was never easy,
At what cost?
…and now we’re lost.
The back story…
that we all hold…
It’s all just a state of mind…
…thoughts and feelings entwine,
to create your reality.
If you want to be a part of this crazy society..
Got to gain awareness, and just for a moment slow down and breathe…